Choka – Night (Shadows Mark the Hours)

Icy wind flows in

The feathers of winter’s wing

Shadows mark the hours

Underneath a moonless sky

The night is breathless

Sighing silken blue pre-dawn

One melting moment

Close to dying slips away

Into tomorrow

Just as my dreams are fading

Liquid in my grasp

Shredding like clouds in the wind

And slipping through my fingers

© Ann Bagnall

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